Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! - I have as much soul as you, - and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you!

To see and know the worst is to take from Fear her main advantage.

I loved him very much - more than I could trust myself to say - more than words had power to express." - Jane Eyre

Presentiments are strange things: and so are sympathies; and so are signs; and the three combined make one mystery to which humanity has not yet found the key.

My rest might have been blissful enough, only a sad heart broke it.

Remorse is the poison of life.

Cheerfulness, it would appear, is a matter which depends fully as much on the state of things within, as on the state of things without and around us.